The onlookers couldn't bear to watch and began to voice their support for the girl.
"Don't go too far."
"She's just a girl."
"Exactly..."
Chuzheng looked at the crowd: "It's not you who are being slandered, so of course you don't feel the pain of standing up to speak. If I accused you of murder, would you be willing to admit it?"
Simply because this girl spoke up first, she was perceived as the weaker party.
The people thus prejudged and believed her.
Didn't they use their brains at all? Was Fu Chi's brain filled with holes like the surface of the moon?
Would he harass a girl in such a situation?
If he really wanted women, all he had to do was ask, and there would be people lining up for him, even paying to be with him. Did he need to harass anyone?
Of course, Chuzheng was certain that Fu Chi had no such intention.
"It's not the same," someone retorted. "Maybe he did harass her."
Chuzheng calmly countered: "Then maybe you're a murderer too."
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